It was before sunrise.The worst bit of the morning.They are coming. The clouds slowly drifted in the sky wandering on them. I tiptoed around my brothers uncertain of this new world. My dear candle has been whipped away by a breath of air.She was the prettiest candle I have mourned for.My burn is steaming slowly and silenty healing itself, taking away my of not being there to help her.I sat on the roof thinking “Why is this happening?” “What am I doing?” “I should be with her!”
I hopped off the roof and went into the room which my brothers were messing about in “just pipe down please because I have just lost the love of my life”.They just stared at me I went and sat on a log and cried with all my heart.My brothers just carried on playing not caring one bit.”I hate all of you I have lost the flame in my heart as well as the flame on the outside!”.”what do you mean?”asked my smallest brother I just ran off to the sunrise just opening up.I feel like I am torn in two. I am lifeless without her, the love of my life.
I just stood there thinking about her the flame,the fire whatever she is a still love her.I swiftly went to the candle wax where she is well,WAS I ran up and hug the candle wax not thinking.It brings back painful memories. I rushed off feeling deeply depressed. I could of been there for her I do not know what to do.My body does not work without her I can not swallow,drink or chew I am not complete without her.